God dammit.
That "bwahaha" was intended for Roody.
He has made me laugh twice in the last minute, once for that comment, and then once for the mythic hero Taft thing.
OK. Let me catch up here.
But what of the emotional pain that comes with knowing you're nothing but her little plaything, less than a man, more of a prop?
What of that, I ask you?
What emotional pain? Where do you
come up with this?
You're going to be having casual sex regularly, apparently, regardless of how badly you seem to want to ruin it and regardless of the fact that you seem to be giving more analysis to each silent smile and shared word than Doogie Houser used to give, in his journal, to his entire fucking day.
And let me add that Doogie was out there
saving lives, not ruining them, like some posters in this thread.
Get yourself a bunch of new clothes. Go hit up a "cologne" thread on Something Awful and figure out what the honeys want to smell on their men. (I personally have been using "Curve.") Cook some of the delicious-looking food and drink that you've been photographing and serve it to her. Put in a nice flick and let things take their natural course.
Oh, and should all of this actually work for you -- make sure that when you're fucking her brains out, at least once, she calls you Jonsey.
God dammit.
That "bwahaha" was intended for Roody.
He has made me laugh twice in the last minute, once for that comment, and then once for the mythic hero Taft thing.
OK. Let me catch up here.
[quote]But what of the emotional pain that comes with knowing you're nothing but her little plaything, less than a man, more of a prop?
What of that, I ask you?[/quote]
What emotional pain? Where do you [i]come up[/i] with this?
You're going to be having casual sex regularly, apparently, regardless of how badly you seem to want to ruin it and regardless of the fact that you seem to be giving more analysis to each silent smile and shared word than Doogie Houser used to give, in his journal, to his entire fucking day.
And let me add that Doogie was out there [i]saving[/i] lives, not ruining them, like some posters in this thread.
Get yourself a bunch of new clothes. Go hit up a "cologne" thread on Something Awful and figure out what the honeys want to smell on their men. (I personally have been using "Curve.") Cook some of the delicious-looking food and drink that you've been photographing and serve it to her. Put in a nice flick and let things take their natural course.
Oh, and should all of this actually work for you -- make sure that when you're fucking her brains out, at least once, she calls you Jonsey.